Everything hurt, and she curled up against the ugliness of what the two men who lay on either side of her had done to her over the past six days. Morning sickness engulfed her, made worse by the smell of perspiration and men’s filth. She sat up and deliberately leaned over Hash as vomit spewed forth. The man cried out and cursed, slamming a hand across her face. The incident woke Marty, who followed suit and threw Evie to the floor. He then jumped up and grabbed a pitcher of water, throwing some of it into Evie’s face, then tossing the rest over Hash. “Shit! Go outside and clean up in the horse trough,” he ordered Hash. He looked at Evie. “You bitch!” He crashed the pitcher against a wall, then threw a shirt at her naked body. “Put this on and make us somethin’ to eat! And make sure that kid of yours don’t do any cryin’ again today.” Evie picked up the shirt with shaking hands and pulled it on.
